[ Therein lies the reason. Or, that might have its appeal, the promise of an answer in that, for Gaelio who has spent his life and his afterlife stretching his hand toward one answer or another. Scratching through gravedirt and ash, because there had been too much weight on his shoulders, too distorted and heavy his regrets, for dissolution. No cleansing, no oblivion.
A strange turn to afterlife and reclaimed half-life, a less monumental answer in Mikazuki's recollection, or lack thereof.
The next date Gaelio selects becomes a grape between index finger and thumb, then swells into an apple. Idle shifting as he contemplates the meaning, reorients theory. If Qri could take from different universes, if she could take Julieta from the same day as Gaelio, where a month had passed here but not at all there, then could she take across time as well? Dragons as well as androids walking here. ]
Hm.
[ Where he and that man, he and McGillis had settled on Fate, he cannot be certain. His tattered resolve. Gaelio takes his turn at proper distrust and fastens it on the witch's self-serving machinations.
As ever, however, slick poetry has its hold.
Fate had a hand in bringing us here, or we would not be here. That the two of us were chosen for it...
Now Julieta, now Mikazuki, and Mikazuki before Bael. ]
Mikazuki --
[ Is it possible we're meant to understand something in this world before we'll be able to return to our own?
Gaelio tosses the apple, arcing high into the air above his head. ]
What do you think of Fate? Of history's trajectory?
[ Gaelio suspects Mikazuki thinks very little of both.
Both you and I are attempting to change the course of history itself, and now we find ourselves here.
The apple never falls. In fact, he crooks his wrist, moving his arm just enough to ensure that the date falls back into the handful there. Keeping track of reality while maintaining the illusion, his next vein of practice.
It almost seems as though conditions have been created for us to fill in some missing step.
Even if he advised Mikazuki away from that man's coup... his eyes slit, too fixed on the dates in his hand. With the given explanation for Qri, for their circumstances, his words needn't relate beyond that. Gaelio adjusts. ]
Whatever you do think, you'll be able to continue playing his hero here.
[ Made hero against the devil at Edmonton, the grandeur of Barbatos against a new monstrosity. Noble again through Qri. ]
"never"
A strange turn to afterlife and reclaimed half-life, a less monumental answer in Mikazuki's recollection, or lack thereof.
The next date Gaelio selects becomes a grape between index finger and thumb, then swells into an apple. Idle shifting as he contemplates the meaning, reorients theory. If Qri could take from different universes, if she could take Julieta from the same day as Gaelio, where a month had passed here but not at all there, then could she take across time as well? Dragons as well as androids walking here. ]
Hm.
[ Where he and that man, he and McGillis had settled on Fate, he cannot be certain. His tattered resolve. Gaelio takes his turn at proper distrust and fastens it on the witch's self-serving machinations.
As ever, however, slick poetry has its hold.
Fate had a hand in bringing us here, or we would not be here. That the two of us were chosen for it...
Now Julieta, now Mikazuki, and Mikazuki before Bael. ]
Mikazuki --
[ Is it possible we're meant to understand something in this world before we'll be able to return to our own?
Gaelio tosses the apple, arcing high into the air above his head. ]
What do you think of Fate? Of history's trajectory?
[ Gaelio suspects Mikazuki thinks very little of both.
Both you and I are attempting to change the course of history itself, and now we find ourselves here.
The apple never falls. In fact, he crooks his wrist, moving his arm just enough to ensure that the date falls back into the handful there. Keeping track of reality while maintaining the illusion, his next vein of practice.
It almost seems as though conditions have been created for us to fill in some missing step.
Even if he advised Mikazuki away from that man's coup... his eyes slit, too fixed on the dates in his hand. With the given explanation for Qri, for their circumstances, his words needn't relate beyond that. Gaelio adjusts. ]
Whatever you do think, you'll be able to continue playing his hero here.
[ Made hero against the devil at Edmonton, the grandeur of Barbatos against a new monstrosity. Noble again through Qri. ]